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Black Widow Of The Orient
by Nesfdancer (nesfdancer@yahoo.ca)
***
Ms. Fung enjoyed Thailand very much. She had been very
successful this year, and felt business was going to be
good. She bought Meagan as her own and "leased" her to
her sister's brothel in Bangkok. It was a good business
investment. Last she saw of her she was kneeling in
front of a white sex tourist, dressed as a "little
girl," making her owner money. (M+/f, F-dom, ped, nc,
rp, prost, drugs, v, 1st, bd, asian)
***
Ms. Fung had worked for Beijing Export Ltd. for 12
years. It specialized in all kinds of hard to get
western commodities that fetched a high price in the
Far East. One of those commodities was young flesh. Not
street kids, but the kind that usually made the TV
news. It was a risky business, but very profitable, and
there was a never ending demand for product. Not all
sales went to the East, some clients were in Europe and
the USA, but mainly they shipped to Hong Kong, Taiwan,
Singapore, and Thailand.
The company had branches in many different countries,
and owned several useful businesses such as modeling
agencies and clothing stores. Girls that paid with
their parent's credit card left all kinds of useful
information, like address, and phone #. Of course, the
new craze in retail was to have client profiles, where
they asked you all kinds of personal info, to keep tabs
on your shopping habits. That info was also very useful
to would be abductors. Very useful indeed.
Ms. Fung had started as a street level pimp with ties
to organised crime in Hong Kong. She endevoured to make
herself useful to those higher up in the food chain,
and she quickly found she could do well for herself in
recruitment. She immigrated to the USA legally with the
help of the company, and now she worked mainly on the
west coast. She was Chinese, 35 years old, 5" 4" tall,
with a slim build, narrow waist, and nice sized
breasts.
She had long black hair and long red painted
fingernails. She always dressed conservative and clean,
so as to not arouse suspicion. She looked every inch
the rich, oriental lady she was, confident and well
spoken, with a very good command of English but with an
unmistakable Chinese accent. She could pass as a
business lady or anything else that was required. She
could go out as a total slut of course, but that was
almost never required.
Her current assignment was the manager and sole
operator of a small dance clothing store, World of
Dance. It was necessary for her to work alone, since
her real business was anything but above board. The
store was located in a suburb of L.A. and was a modest
size. It was located in a more run down part of the
neighbourhod, off the beaten path, but it advertised
heavily and had very good prices.
The competition often wondered how they could be so
competitive and still stay profitable. Well, it was
easy when you sold flesh for $50-100,000 dollars a pop,
and were backed by organised crime. As a result, word
of mouth amongst the dance community spread, if you
were on a budget, World of Dance was the place to go
for clothing. As a consequence, business was good
enough to attract enough prospects. Like flies to the
flame. Of course the store had some unique design
features. It had three change rooms, one of which had a
double door, the room was also sound proofed and had a
hidden camera that was monitored from the front desk by
a popup laptop pc, that was not in view normally.
The front door could be locked with a remote switch or
via a cell phone command, and had a neon sign that read
"closed" when activated. The main lights would also
dim, making the store look closed in seconds. It had a
security camera with a cheap VCR, but alas, the tape
would be unusable to police if they ever looked at it.
What a shame, yes officer, we will get that fixed right
away. No, she saw nobody fitting her description in
here today. Pity, missing you say?
In the back, to the right of the stores room where
products were kept was a door that led to a small room
with a large wooden cot and blanket. There was nothing
else save the hidden camera. It was used to prepare the
merchandise, and in case of a search, was also a small
storage room and employee washroom. Nothing suspicious.
The "capture rooms" door swung out to the hallway in
the back, but it was only feet from the cot room. In
the event of a search nothing would be left that would
look out of place. The capture room's door would appear
as if it was normally locked, and not used as a change
room at all. Instead it would pass as the back office
of the shop, where a cabinet was placed, and a few
chairs. Nothing to see.
In the cot room was stored the dark tools of Ms. Fung's
sordid trade. A locked cabinet with needed supplies
that included a weighted leather sap, also knows as a
"cosh," which was made from a bag of BBs stuffed into a
leather bag, tied off with a long leather handle, it
weighed about 2 lbs. Half a dozen 1cc syringes, a
spoon, water bottle, surgical tubing, and an ounce of
street heroin, ampoules of morphine, a bottle of
diethyl ether, and 3 pairs of rolled black socks for
dousing.
It also had a bottle of cheap vodka and orange mix and
Tylenol 3s in a bag, 20 pairs of assorted pantyhose, a
ball gag, a 9mm Beretta, and 3 pairs of handcuffs. A
mask for the victim was not usually needed. Ms. Fung
believed in being prepared, and any target had to be
considered separately as to the best approach, and she
needed things in case plans went awry, which they
sometimes did.
The store also had a non-descript brown van parked in
the back, a 1987 GMC. Its passenger seats were removed
and had a plain disposable mattress in the back, a tank
of nitrosoxide laughing gas, surgical hose and mask,
nothing more. It could be scrapped quickly at the
companies drop off auto shop. The entire operation
could be shut down in 15 minutes, and Ms. Fung would be
off to another town, after a few weeks. She had a dozen
fake IDs and could leave the country if things got too
hot. She also had a black Cadillac for transport and
sometimes work as well.
She also had the job of mobile scouting, which quite
simply was driving to various locations and picking up
a victim at their residence, or somewhere else.
Sometimes targets would also cross her path. She had
the services of several company men who could do work
for her, heavy lifting, driving, cleanup, whatever she
needed, but she preferred to work alone. She was always
on the prowl for a young girl, or boy, because they all
made her money, as they always had. They were fawns in
the forest, and she was the hunter.
ACQUISITION #1:
Ms. Fung was driving her black 2001 Cadillac on a warm
summer day near a strip mall when she spotted a pretty
girl working as a waitress in a family restaurant. She
had on a red and white uniform that consisted of a long
sleeved red and white dress that came down just above
her knees. Ms. Fung parked the car a block away and
went inside, making sure she changed tables to get the
girls section. She had a closer look as she served
other customers.
She was quite a catch to look at, probably 16 years
old, 5" 2," 110 lbs, Caucasian, with shapely calves.
She had on a pair of seamed white tights and black
velvet flats with the buckle over the foot. Her serving
dress had a tight blue belt that accentuated her very
small waist. Her hair was black, and short, she wore
red lipstick and blue eye shadow, and just a hint of
blush. Ms. Fung was sure she got tipped very well by
the men who ate here. Yes indeed. Like many prospects
though she knew the odds were not with her.
There were boyfriends and parents who picked them up,
all kinds of obstacles, but it never hurt to have a
quick recon. She noted the store hours, and figured she
probably worked 4pm-10pm, when the place closed. Her
nametag read "Alyssa" as she came to her table. Ms.
Fung noted the pert breasts she had, the size of
grapefruits, she was the essence of budding maidenhood.
Alyssa crossed her leg right over back and smiled at
Ms. Fung.
After ordering tea and a toasted bagel, her waitress
sauntered back to place her order. Ms. Fung was an
expert in hosiery, and noted Alyssa was wearing tight
pattern white fishnet tights. They looked opaque from a
distance but up close you could see they had the X
pattern on them. She smelled wonderful, and had big
brown eyes. Ms. Fung was also a lesbian rapist, and she
had a hard time not staring at her server. The hardest
part of his job was not fucking the merchandise,
because more often than not, they were supposed to be
delivered untouched. Maybe not all virgins, but as yet
unbroken. She thought of the black, expensive, 10 inch
strap on dildo in the car. She was getting wet.
After eating, she parked across the street in a dark
spot, and waited to see what fortune would play out.
She had not aroused suspicion. She was dressed in black
4 inch pumps, a black below the knee skirt, cream
nylons and a black top. She looked very conservative
and proper. For a procuress of girls. The restaurant
emptied out at 10:25pm, Alyssa had on a brown jacket
over her uniform but was otherwise dressed the same as
she walked south towards a main street. Ms. Fung could
not believe her luck, there was no pickup for her.
She watched as Alyssa took a side street one block
down. Ms. Fung drove past her, and parked a block down.
Alyssa sat at a bus stop and waited. There was another
woman and a man there as well, all three boarded the
No. 545 bus. It went past, she could see Alyssa sitting
in the right side, by herself. She decided to risk it
and hung behind the bus a few blocks, trying not to
lose it. The bus made a right turn at an intersection
just as the light went amber. Damn, she probably lost
her.
She followed, turned right, and to her shock almost ran
Alyssa over as she sprinted across the residential
street. Ms. Fung braked and swerved, and kept on
driving. Alyssa looked a bit scared, but didn't notice
the driver. Ms. Fung knew where she got off after work,
and she drove on past, watching in the rear view
mirror. The young girl walked past a large yard, then
disappeared, presumably to her apartment complex that
was there. Perfect.
Ms. Fung came back after midnight and took a look at
the area that her prey walked past. It was the large
yard of a two story house with a hedge and a gate. It
had a three foot open area near the neighbour's fence
where a person could wait in the dark on the other side
of the hedge. It was not perfect but it was close
enough. Alyssa would not get a chance to struggle.
Ms. Fung waited until the next night to see whether her
girl was working, and she was. She then drove and
parked her car across from the hedge opening. Alyssa
would pass along the passenger side as she walked past.
Ms Fung got ready for her. She was dressed for the
night in a black, long sleeved danskin unitard, black
runners, black leg warmers and a black sweater.
Hair in a scrunchie. She had her supplies with her, and
the trunk was ready with a blanket and pantyhose. She
had prepared a 1cc syringe with enough "H" to send a 16
year old girl as high as a kite, and she had her cosh
club ready. At 10:45 the bus drove past and Alyssa got
out. As before she was wearing her red and white work
dress, white tights, and pink runners this time and her
brown jacket and purse. She walked casually down the
street to where Ms. Fung was waiting. There were no
other people on the street. It was a go.
As Alyssa walked past Ms. Fung slipped out and swung
the leather cosh with both hands. There was a loud
"WHAP!" sound as the naive girl was concussed from
behind. Her purse dropped to the pavement as her head
flung back. As she staggered forward she put one hand
on the Cadillac for support, the other hand went to her
head. She moaned softly, "Uughh, oh my god..." and
yet... stayed up. She dropped both hands on the rear
bumper of the car, just for a moment, trying to get her
bearings, completely stunned.
Ms. Fung waited for just the right moment, said "here
is your tip, my child," and cruelly swung again.
"WHAP"! The young girl was "nailed" right on the top of
her head and she sank to her knees without a sound,
hands at her sides. She flopped over to the sidewalk
next to the passenger rear door, her shapely legs
splayed out as she lay unconscious on her side. Her
white tights gleamed in the streetlights, she moved one
knee up, but then nothing. Sounds of gurgling. Ms. Fung
swung the passenger door open and grabbed the hapless
waitress by her arms. She got in first and pulled
Alyssa into the gleaming black Cadillac. Her fate was
cast.
Inside the car she laid the girl on her stomach and
rested her head on her lap. She stroked the girl's hair
with her long red nails, and said to her softly, "Soon
you will be a women, my pretty thing."
She produced the 1cc syringe from her belt pouch and
rolled up her right sleeve. She then continued the
dirty work of injecting her with the heroin. First, the
spoon was filled with water, then a small envelope of
brown H was emptied into the spoon and mixed. The spoon
was heated up and the contents drawn into the syringe.
Surgical tubing was wrapped tight around her upper arm,
then, she found a vein. Ms. Fung had done this hundreds
of times.
The syringe went in, she drew blood, and then withdrew
the tubing. The heroin was slowly injected into the
helpless girl as she laid moaning and slobbering in her
lap. She kicked suddenly a few times as the drug hit
her brain, and then she vomited on the backseat floor.
All too easy.
Normally she would not use H on a girl for capture but
she wanted to test the quality of the shit, as she
might need it later, so that was that. The girl's
runners were removed as was her jacket. Her dress was
pulled over her head and she was left in the back seat
in just her bra and tights, a small blood spot on her
arm. Ms. Fung drove to a deserted spot a mile away,
near a park, and finished the job. Alyssa was knocked
out cold by the time they got there.
She was deposited into the trunk and tied up with
pantyhose. Ankles crossed over and tied, tied at the
knees, wrists tied around her back and her items were
thrown into the back and the trunk was closed. Ms. Fung
made a phone call to "Mr. Big," who told her to drop of
her merchandise at a pre arranged spot out of town.
An hour later, she watched with wicked satisfaction as
Alyssa was picked up in the arms of a big Chinese man,
moaning slightly, restless anew, and carried to another
van. She would be knocked out with sodium pentothal for
her transport, and sold to a rich client for big money.
At 5 percent Ms. Fung got a $5,000 bonus for her
capture. A fine sum for 2 days work. She would have
given anything to see her highly prized virginity
taken, before being drugged regularly by her
pimp/owner, but she had other business to attend to...
ACQUISTION #2:
Back at the store a girl pedalled up to the front door.
She looked maybe 15. Ms. Fung gave her a big smile as
she walked in to the waiting web. It had been a slow
week, the last good prospect, a 20 year old girl, had
come in with her mother, it was too complicated to do
them both. This little prize would be it if she was
alone. Her name was Lorrie, she was a 14 1/2 and had
long blonde hair tied in a scrunchie. She was
Caucasian, 5' 1" , green eyes and 90 lbs with budding
breasts. She was wearing hip hugger blue jeans, a blue
long sleeved sweater and a belt.
She had some lipstick on with just a hint of blush and
dark eye liner. Ms. Fung just nodded and said, "Let me
know if you need any help."
"Okay, thanks," Lorrie said, a little shy. She was
browsing the more expensive unitards, some flesh/tan
colored, some black. She also browsed the tights rack,
which had dance and fashion tights for all ages. Ms.
Fung noticed she had a great ass. She kept her cool and
flipped through her fashion magazine. She needed to get
her into the change room to do her. "We have a great
sale on tights this week, let me know what you might
like" Ms. Fung said hopefully, with a becoming smile.
Lorrie looked at a pair of tan colored eurotard brand
tan tights, full footed. "There is no price on these,"
Lorrie said, holding the package up.
"Oh, yes, the eurotards are on sale, those are only 8
dollars this week, I have several pairs you can try on,
they are a great buy," Ms. Fung said.
"That's not bad," Lorrie said, "I thought they were
about 15 bucks."
"We got a big shipment in, so we are pricing those to
move, do you need them for dance or for an outfit?" Ms
Fung asked, and she moved out from behind her desk,
herself dressed in a rose colored ballet dress with tan
tights, and canvas slippers, looking very nice indeed.
She glided towards the unsuspecting girl.
"For a new dance class, okay, I will try a pair on and
see, oh and I will try on a leotard," Lorrie said.
"Oh fine, you need to use the change room here, for
privacy, hold on," Ms. Fung said. "You don't need to be
shy, the room is locked and private," she added with a
smirk. She came out of the back holding a pair of tan
tights and a long sleeved pink leotard with crotch
snaps for the girl.
Lorrie took them into the change room, guided to the
right one by her soon to be assailant. Ms. Fung turned
on the monitor and went outside to get the girls bike.
She brought it inside and switched the "closed" sign
on, locking the door and dimming the lights. She
watched Lorrie strip off her sweater, blouse, jeans,
panties, and socks and sit down on the bench via the
hidden camera. She put her shapely calf into the left
leg first, rolling them up like a practiced dancer puts
them on.
In no time she pulled up both legs and was resplendent
in her tan tights. The tights were a thick denier 60
with a reinforced toe and crotch. She then eased into
the leotard and snapped up the crotch. She pranced
around looking at herself in the full length mirror.
She had beautiful long legs, melon sized breasts and a
shapely ass. Ms. Fung went through the back and got her
supplies. She could use the ether as this wasn't a
quick street grab.
Ms. Fung went to the back of the double door and opened
it, holding an ether soaked pair of socks in her hand.
Lorrie turned and looked surprised, "what is that?" she
asked in a small voice. She was the vision of
loveliness. Ms. Fung said nothing, just lunged at her,
spun her around and clamped the soaked socks to her
face, covering her nose and mouth while holding on to
her slim waist.
"NO, NO, No!!!" Lorrie sputtered under the rag. She
kicked wildly and flung her arms as Ms. Fung held her
in an iron grip, looking at her captive in the full
length mirror. Ms. Fung smiled as the young girl sucked
in breath after breath of the sweet ether. They danced
the dance of the white slaver, Ms. Fung's favorite
ballet. "Breath in deep my child," Ms. Fung said with
an evil look.
Lorrie was getting very weak, her legs were numb, she
was floating, and she could feel the talons of her
captor holding her tightly. What was happening to her?
She saw a pretty young girl in the mirror that looked
just like her being knocked out by an evil looking
Chinese ballet mistress, could that be her? She slumped
to her knees, her eyes fluttered, then closed.
Ms. Fung clamped the socks tightly to her face, giving
no mercy for the child. She removed the cloth and
looked down at Lorrie. Her head flopped over, she was
heavily overcome by the noxious fumes. Her lipstick was
smeared off on the socks. She had some drool come out
on the corner of her mouth.
Her arms were limp. She was out. Ether does not keep
someone knocked out for long, not like in the cheap B
movies, and Ms. Fung knew she had to act decisively to
finish her capture. Another $5,000 was coming soon she
thought. Ms. Fung let the girl drop to the carpet with
a thud. She lay still.
Ms. Fung picked her up and flung her over her shoulder,
carrying her to the cot room where she laid her down
over the spread wool blanket on the cot. She went back
and collected her things, and put her bike in the van.
She made another phone call, but was shocked to find
that "Mr. Big" had the heat on, and was taking no
deliveries for another week.
Well, fuck, Ms. Fung thought, if she wasn't sold she
was let go, that was policy. Letting them go is a very
expensive process, and means shutting the store down,
and moving, possibly leaving the country. Dammit, she
thought. Ms. Fung called another number, "Derek the
Dike" a local lesbian whoremaster who traded in street
girls.
At least she could get a few dollars and ensure that
her latest acquisition went missing for long enough to
buy her some time. She might get $500-1000 dollars for
her, they didn't pay much but they were there when you
needed them. She told them 2 hours, and she would be by
with her cargo. They needed a girl for the corner,
apparently some high grade H had over dosed a few of
the regulars in Derek's stall, and she needed talent
soon. Bills had to be paid.
Ms. Fung went back to the cot room and looked down at
Lorrie. She was semi-conscious and lying on her back on
the cot. Her right leg was draped over the side and her
arms hung down. She looked very tempting. Ms. Fung
decided there and then to break her in, she would be a
whore to be sold. She knew that she was probably a
virgin. First thing was first, her cherry needed to be
popped.
She went to work. The first thing she did was pull her
scrunchie out of her hair and let her blond locks drape
free. She tied her wrists together with nylons behind
her back, then rolled her supine again. Her ankles and
knees were tied the same way. She poured a glass of
vodka and orange in a glass tumbler and took a Tylenol
3 and waited for Lorrie to wake up.
Lorrie gradually opened her eyes and said "where am I?,
what, what do you want with me?" she was still very
groggy from the ether. Ms. Fung said, "You need to
drink now, do as I say," and with that she held the
girls nostrils shut and forced the tablet into her
mouth as she fought to breath. The vodka was spilled
down her throat, and she was forced to drink. After two
more drinks she had consumed enough to make a 14 year
old blasted.
Ms. Fung left the room to change, when she came back 20
minutes later, her hair was flowing freely about her
shoulders. She was dressed in thigh high slut boots and
a red spandex top, and red fishnet tights that came
with a hole in the crotch, and a 10 inch double ended
black dildo strapped to her cunt. Lorrie gasped when
she opened her eyes and noticed her.
"Oh my, god, what is that thing?" she asked slowly, her
words slow and unsteady. She was smashed.
"Your special day is here, my sweet," Ms. Fung said as
she untied the girl's legs. She spread out Lorries
gossamer tan legs over either edge of the cot, and
produced a pair of sharp scissors. The snaps of her
leotard were first, then she pulled up the material of
her tights and cut out the cotton gusset.
"No, oh no, not that!" she protested weakly. Her
budding maidenhood was now exposed.
Next came her bra. Ms. Fung pulled at the elastic
material of her leotard, and expertly sliced the front
and shoulder of the bra, which was then pulled out. She
cut a section of leotard and pulled it down to expose
her right tit. Lorrie protested "please stop that" she
said in a fearful tone. Ms. Fung sucked on her exposed
breast and nibbled and licked her nipple.
Lorrie moaned and squirmed.
Ms. Fung then knelt at the foot of the cot and drew
Lorrie to her with her arms and positioned herself so
the girl's sex was at the edge. Ms. Fung looked
hungrily down at the drunk teenager and lowered her
lips to the crack of her almost hairless cunt lips...
she licked, and she sucked, smacking and wetting
Lorries budding pussy with her expert tongue and full
red lips.
Lorrie bucked and kicked weakly, but she was too
smashed to do much resisting, her arms still bound
behind her. She got her first tongue washing from her
rapist and she was overcome with fear and helplessness,
yet part of her was soothed by the sensation the
forbidden act was giving her now wet crotch.
Ms. Fung kept Lorries legs apart easily, the girl was
no match for her, drunk or sober. The sucking sounds
continued as Lorrie bucked weakly and her assailant
buried her tongue deep in the girls snatch. The edge of
the cut hole in Lorries tights were wet with saliva,
and her "teacher" kept up the onslaught.
"Oooooohhhh, no, no, huh, aghh, aghh, god no, no, no!"
Lorrie squealed, but to no avail.
Ms. Fung's crotch was now on fire. She went up on her
knees and probed the young girl with the tip of her
black war spear. Lorrie bucked and cried "Oh my god no,
I'm not old enough for that, I'm just fourteen,
please," she begged.
With that Ms. Fung withdrew, and showed Lorrie a bottle
of sex lubricant. She ripped off the top and splotched
a huge gob of it on the tip of the massive dildo. She
then applied a large amount to Lorrie's cunt lips,
letting it ooze down over her thighs. "This will ease
the passage of my love tool," she cooed to the girl,
don't resist." Ms Fung positioned herself at the
entrance to Lorries forbidden love hole and pushed in.
"Nughhhhhhhhhh, ughhh oh god!" Lorrie squirmed.
Ms. Fung had aimed well and the shaft had gone in deep
into the helpless girl. Now she would have her triumph.
"Now I must have your maidenhood!" Ms. Fung cried, and
forced the huge phallus past Lorrie's barrier.
Lorrie screamed as her hymen was ripped away. Lorrie
bucked and kicked, the pain was intense, despite the
drugging. Her inexperienced cunt lips were unable to
fully react to the plunging shaft as she was impaled by
the Chinese whoremaster. "PLEASE NO!!!" Lorrie cried,
tears streaming down her bright cheeks.
"The pain will subside my child," Ms. Fung cooed icily,
"now you will be ridden." The dildo was pulled out of
the shocked teen and re-plunged into her broken depths.
She was bucked back and forth on the cot as her cunt
passage was violated to ruin. The wet, smacking sound
was accompanied by the straining sound of the cot as it
was strained on its wooden legs with each thrust.
Ms. Fung hoped the cot would not break. Minutes past
and the rapist was brought to orgasm, "TAKE THAT YOU
BITCH"!!! She screamed and she gradually stopped her
deep probing. The slick dildo was slowly drawn out like
a huge stained snake from Lorries impossibly stretched
twat, smeared with virgin blood and sex grease. Lorrie
had passed out. The deed was done, she was broken in.
She pulled off Lorries ruined, stained, tights and
replaced them with a fresh pair of black DKNY ballet
tights after wiping her greased cunt down to clean her
up. Rape was so messy sometimes. She had deflowered
many, many girls and never tired of the thrill. She
changed, came back to the cot and threw Lorrie over her
shoulder. She went out to the van and put her in the
back. Her knees were retied with pantyhose to ensure
she was immobilized well enough.
The booze and pills would keep her subdued for awhile,
she wasn't going anywhere fast. Lorrie was conscious
but numb, moaning in the back of the van. Ms. Fung
quickly cleaned up the store and drove to the meeting
place where Derek the Dike had arranged.
At the meeting place Derek, a mean looking 60 year old
fat hag with grey hair in a bun and blue jeans and a
mans work shirt, pulled her out of the van, slapped
Lorrie a few times to get her attention, and made her
hobble over to a waiting four door sedan. Lorrie, still
only dressed in black ballet tights and a pink leotard
with the crotch snaps undone, could hardly make the 6
feet. Her golden hair hung tangled and she was covered
in sweat.
Her young breasts were wet with perspiration, and the
thin material hid little of her globes, the right one
still exposed from the cut of the garment. As she got
to the open passenger door Derek took out a syringe and
asked Ms. Fung what she had been given.
Ms. Fung informed her of her newly found womanhood, and
that she had been forced to drink booze and pills
before the trip. Derek nodded and stuck the 1cc syringe
of morphine in Lorries left butt cheek, "Somebody help
me!" she cried out, and was then roughly shoved into
the back as the young dancer started to get dizzy. Her
"new" profession was not far off, and there were
customers to satisfy. Ms. Fung drove away, satisfied as
to her trade, pleased she made $1000 dollars from the
now ruined girl...
ACQUISITION #3:
Nicole was in Hong Kong, in of the Beijing Trading Ltd.
companies high end whore houses. She had been in the
States only a weeks before, a very precocious and
popular grade 11 student in a west coast high school.
Her journey to the Far East was a hazy and confused
memory. She was in a cargo hold with a dozen other
girls. The hold was setup like a small barracks with 6
six cots on each side, a small table at one end for
meals, and there was a dingy toilet in another room
close by.
They were all originally hooked up to anesthetic I.V.
drips and were brought to consciousness not long after
sailing. She was sick through most of the voyages first
day. Their original clothes had all been removed and
replaced with a very simple wardrobe of red soccer
shorts, white cable knee high socks and a cheap, red
long sleeved cotton blouse. They had no bra or panties.
They all had a necklace around their necks with either
a large A, or a B on them. She had no idea why. Hers
was a B, she hoped that was good news. Most of the
girls looked between 13 and 18 years old.
The handlers were all oriental women, one to each girl,
most who did not speak very good English and their
favorite way of communicating was by pointing, yelling
in Chinese or Vietnamese, or slapping them. They were
not bound as the cargo hold was very secure, and they
were allowed to talk and move about the hold. Once a
day they were escorted to a shower, and they had an
hour above deck, to exercise under close supervision if
they wanted to, before being brought back to the dingy
hold.
They looked like some bizarre version of a junior high
soccer team. One young blonde girl was being led back
from the upper deck clothed in a blue gymnastic leotard
and glossy white tights and white knee high gym socks.
Maybe they ran short of "uniforms" on the voyage? She
didn't know. The girl in the leotard caused a ruckus
and was dragged back to her bed within a few minutes.
She bucked and fought the I.V. and was slapped a few
times to subdue her, in minutes she was rendered
unconscious by an ether soaked rag, and then sodium
pentothal drip, and covered with her blanket.
Apparently she was a troublemaker, but that was soon
fixed. The head minder yelled at her underlings,
obviously angry over the incident. She knew the girls
name was Katrina, as she spoke to her at the meal table
one day. Katrina was sure that they were being held for
ransom, as her father was a rich California lawyer, but
other girls had much darker theories.
One girl remembered the Chinese lady coming into her
room in the middle of the night and making her breath
in something in a rag that knocked her out. Another
remembered sitting alone at a bus stop after school
where the Chinese lady had stuck her in the thigh with
a needle. About half of them had similar tales. On the
sailings 10th day, they were given no food, just diet
Pepsi. In the early morning hours, each girl's I.V. was
reconnected and they were rendered unconscious by the
sodium pentothal drips.
Next she awoke, she was in a van, still dressed the
same and being driven along a winding back street in
some large city that had a lot of Orientals. She was
alone in the back, securely bound with duct tape. She
was carried into a large building and deposited into a
solitary room with a large bed, a small bathroom, and a
table and chair.
There was a single window that looked barred, with
thick frosted glass. She wasn't going anywhere. She was
untied and allowed to recover for a few days. She
noticed a small camera that was mounted in the upper
corner, and was warned by the fat ugly man that carried
her here that she would be used to fuck horses on film
if she tried to cause any trouble, or escape.
She was terrified of the prospect, and did not cause
any trouble. Was she being held for ransom? Her parents
were not rich. She thought perhaps they had mistaken
her with some rich couple's daughter? She tried to tell
her minder on the voyage about the mistake, but she
never replied to her questions.
The last memories of freedom for her were her attending
her high schools country themed costume dance. She had
gone as Daisy Duke (the TV show) and was dressed in a
red and white check shirt, tied just above her belly
button, very tight cutoff jeans, and glossy, thick
smoky tan nylons and cowboy boots. She was a brunette,
and let her hair flow loose around her shoulders. She
overdid the lipstick and makeup and looked very cheap,
which is what she wanted.
She was waiting in the parking lot of the high school
with a crowd when she noticed her mothers SUV pull up
on the roadside and blink the lights at her. She waved
goodbye to her friends and walked over to the SUV. When
she got around to the passenger side the door was
already open but instead of her mother there was a
Chinese woman, dressed all in black. She stopped and
said, "Oh, I'm sorry I have the wrong van."
The next thing she remembered was being hit over the
head with something, and dragged into the vehicle. It
was moving away on the road within 10 seconds and she
was lying on her back in the back of an SUV with this
familiar looking Chinese woman, her head hurt very
much, and she was confused. In her state she managed to
remember where her captor?, was from. It was the store
she bought the nylons from, World of Dance, they had a
great sale on and she got her nylons there for two
dollars.
The lady was very chatty and asked her all kinds of
questions. Her mother, who was with her (which really
pissed off Ms. Fung), paid by credit card, also buying
a new skating dress for her daughter, and two pairs of
skating tights. She remembered telling her about the
dance and that she wanted thick pantyhose to go with
her outfit. Her mother disapproved, but bought them
anyways.
Of course Ms. Fung got her address and phone number,
and was able to acquire a duplicate SUV that matched
exactly her families, that, wouldn't you know it, was
held up in a minor accident with a stupid Chinese pizza
delivery driver (in a Beijing Export Ltd. car). Nobody
was hurt thank heavens, but the man drove off after
arguing about who had caused it. Her poor mother would
be 30 minutes late to pickup her daughter, when she
arrived, she didn't find Nicole, who by that time, was
destined for a new career in Hong Kong.
Originally Ms. Fung had flagged Nicole to be a "A"
which was a slave to be sold to a high bidder, but
there was a shortage of western girls at the brothels,
so Nicole went to being a "B," which only brought Ms.
Fung $2000 dollars, but it wasn't bad for a nights
work, and Ms. Fung had already received $7500 for a 12
year old cheerleader who had been silly enough to ride
her bike to the shop last week, just as Ms. Fung was
closing up, oh yes, she had said, come on inside, we
are always open for more business.
So there Nicole was, groaning on the floor of the van
as her assistant, Mr. Cho, drove to the designated drop
off spot. Ms. Fung first slid off Nicole's cowboy
boots, savoring her long, nylon covered, coltish legs
as they dropped back down after the boots had been
removed. She then turned on the nitrosoxide and the
bottle let out a hiss. She preferred gas if it was a
long drive, and tonight it was. Nicole managed to sit
up on her elbows and looked around her, her head ached
terribly.
Ms. Fung wrapped an arm around the girl's neck and
brought the mask tightly up to her mouth and nose,
after quickly brushing aside her unkempt hair. Nicole
inhaled the medicinal smelling laughing gas. "Breath in
the perfume, my sweet, there is no escape," Ms. Fung
told her deliberately.
"Hmmmghhfff!" was Nicole's best reply, drowned out by
the hissing sound. Nicole realised what the gas was
for, and her heart raced, she kicked her legs around in
a frenzy and grabbed at the mask to dislodge it but her
captor was too strong.
Ms. Fung regretted not binding Nicole's arms, but she
usually didn't get this much fight from a 16 year old
girl that had been whacked out cold by a sap. Not that
it mattered, the child would be hers soon.
Ms. Fung groped her captive's breasts, feeling their
plump mass. Nicole started to feel light headed. Why
was she making a big deal about all this? Was she being
driven home? She didn't think it was all so bad now,
and she was feeling so good and tingly. Her legs felt
all rubbery and loose, like they were somebody else's.
Her head didn't hurt anymore. Why was she dressed in
nylons? Her legs looked so funny in just nylons. She
giggled and tried to touch them but her arms wouldn't
work. Who was this lady and where did she come from?
Nicole was eased back down on the floor of the van.
She was so tingly and floating now. The lady's face was
all fuzzy looking and she didn't care anymore where she
was. Her brain was nicely soaked in laughing gas.
Nicole saw the lady slide her cutoffs down her legs and
off, it was all so dreamy. The lady's long red painted
fingernails massaged her private area, that felt so
good. She let out a final, "Ggulllmppfhh," and her eyes
closed.
After molesting her captive through her pantyhose Ms.
Fung rolled her over and tied her wrists with
pantyhose, then rolled her back over again, and bound
her shapely legs the same way, at the ankles, and
knees. She made sure that mask was on her face securely
with the elastic band and left the unconscious teen
"Daisy Duke" in the back to drift off to never land as
she went up front for the journey to the pier, and the
cargo ship, two hours drive away. She was afraid that
any more touching of her prize, she would end up raping
the girl, and would not be paid. Self control was a
virtue.
The morning after her arrival in her "dorm room," she
was given a shower downstairs, and when she came back
to her room, with only a towel, a minder came in with
her, a Chinese woman who she recognised from the ship.
She sat her down at the edge of the bed and handed her
a glass of red wine. "Drink this, it will settle your
stomach," she said, with a thick Chinese accent.
"My parents aren't rich this, this is all a big
mistake!" Nicole pleaded.
"Hush and do as we say," the minder replied. She held
up the glass to her lips. Nicole drank the wine all
down, it wasn't that strong, and was a bit bitter. The
woman left and they watched her on camera for an hour.
Nicole was unsteady on her feet after about 10 minutes
then laid down and was still. The roofies had done the
work and she was out cold.
Two women went in and went to work on the drugged
beauty, one doing her makeup and the other dressing
her. She was dressed in a frilly canary yellow blouse,
glossy white DIM pantyhose, and a short white spandex
skirt that barely covered her privates. Her hair was
brushed out, and she was doused in cheap perfume. They
then left to come-to on her own, which took about 6
hours. She had a customer coming who wanted her as he
had ordered. Her will would be broken today.
Nicole stirred and finally sat up. She could see that
she had been made up by looking at the far wall
opposite the bed, where there was a built in full
length mirror. She wasn't sure it was her. She stumbled
over and had a look at what they had done to her. She
had a lot of blush on and her lips were lipsticked
bright pink, and her eyes were done heavily in dark
shadow, making her look Middle Eastern.
Her hair was combed to one side and held in place with
a barrette. The skirt clung to her hips and just barely
covered her. Her breasts were well defined by the
yellow blouse, and she had no bra. Her legs had
expensive looking white pantyhose.
Why had she been drugged and kidnapped? Were they going
to rape her!? She had heard of stories of girls being
taken by white slavers, but wasn't that just on TV?
Surely they would be ransomed.
All her questions were answered when her first "john"
came in. He was about 6" tall, 50ish, he was dark
skinned with short hair and was dressed in jeans and a
brown shirt. When he spoke he sounded Middle Eastern.
"Go lay on the bed girl, I have come for you," he said
in a business like tone.
She knew she had been procured as a whore.
Nicole recoiled and scrambled to the far side of the
bed. "No, don't, I'm not supposed to be here!" she
cried.
The man strode over to her and grabbed her, throwing
her to the middle of the bed. "Shut up and do as you
are commanded!" he spat. He struck her across the cheek
several times.
Nicole lay stunned.
The man undid his belt and quickly threw off his jeans,
and the rest of his clothes. Nicole lay on the bed with
her arms over her breasts, sobbing and looking
terrified. He felt under her blouse and rubbed her
breasts, then pulled off the garment, laying her chest
bare. He kissed her and tongued her, she moaned and
squirmed but did not resist.
She gasped as he produced a small knife, and began
cutting the crotch of her pantyhose, then he pulled off
her skirt. "No, don't! No," she cried but it was to no
avail.
The man's penis grew hard quickly, Nicole had never
seen a mans dink up close before and had a hard time
believing it was real. It was a full foot long, thick,
and had a grayish brown color to it, thickly veined,
and a large reddish head. His balls were huge and
hairy.
"Please no, I'm not ready for something like this," she
pleaded.
The man grabbed Nicole's main and after saying, "Suck
my dong, or I will kill you," forced the girl's mouth
on to his staff.
Nicole gagged and almost threw up, her head being
pushed from the back. She got her lips around the snake
and did as she was bidden. Her cheap lipstick covered
the tip of her assailant's dick as she was forced to
suck him off.
"Enough!" he said, he was stiff enough now. The man
pushed Nicole down to the bed again, and went down on
his paid-for-snatch. Nicole closed her eyes and lay
still, as the man performed oral sex on her. She moaned
softly and started to cry. The man was thorough,
probing her deeply with his experienced tongue, licking
her clean, preparing her for entry.
Nicole opened her reddened eyes to see him holding a
small package of lube, and he smeared it on her cunt
lips. She tried to push his hand away and was smacked
for it. He emptied the rest on his love snake and
stroked himself proudly. He then knelt between her
silky thighs and forced her apart, then aimed his tool
at her entrance. She gasped as he made contact with her
cunt lips, and then, with all his weight, he pushed his
stiff 12 inch Egyptian tool past her cunt lips and into
her unplowed private box.
"UGHHHHHHHHHH!" she cried. Nicole looked down and saw
the huge lubricated staff stuffed into her clitoris.
The pain was deep and it spread through her abdominal
area. Her breathing was quick and desperate, she was
covered in anxious girl sweat. Then, after a brief
pause, he pushed past her innocence barrier and deep
into her cunt.
Nicole bucked with her legs but was pinned by the much
bigger man, who started to fuck her with his ample
uncut rod. He split her open and went deep into her
tunnel, as deep as he could plough, almost the entire
length of his manhood. It made a disgusting squelching
sound as it sank into her depths to brush up against
her cervix.
His slut was finally still, staring at the ceiling,
moaning like a wounded fawn. So he went to work.
Nicole's cunt was on fire, the pain was incredible. The
rapist kept his rhythm for a good 5 minutes, grunting
with each long stroke, before he yelled out "Take my
seed you slut!"
Nicole knew he was coming inside her. Her "freshness"
had been sold on the black market for $5000, to the
Egyptian arms dealer.
He withdrew from his prize, and let her see that it was
slick with her innocence. She could only lay there,
covered in sweat, her legs still apart, and stare at
the instrument of her deflowering. He got dressed and
left soon after. Nicole was left in the room with her
ruined clothes, and smeared makeup. She lay on the bed
and tried to recover from her first penetration, her
sore pussy oozing man cum and the rape lube.
Minutes later her minder came in holding a syringe. She
just looked up numbly as she lay there and watched the
woman go to work. She grabbed her arm and tied a piece
of tubing around her upper arm. "This will take away
all of your worries, my princess," she said. Her arm
stung, then the deed was done. Within minutes Nicole
was high on heroin, and being led to the toilet so she
could throw up, naked except for her pantyhose. She was
now much easier to handle for her whore-masters. She
would earn her keep now.
ACQUISITION #4:
Her next victim at the dance shop was not a girl, and
was really a special order from the now back in
business "Mr. Big." She had a long standing unfilled
order for a boy under 16, with girlish looks but few
ever came into the shop. Ms. Fung ended up going to
many ballet classes in search of the right boy to find.
She spent many hours with no luck until she met Lucas.
He was 13, Caucasian, 5'1" and lithe. With long black
hair and green eyes he was perfect for what she needed.
She saw him in a ballet school production of "Sleeping
Beauty," and admired the way he filled out his costume.
Most important, was that he was so naive. She made up a
story about needing a model for boys ballet wear and
would pay $200 dollars for a few hours work at the
shop. She needed him to be very discreet, as the model
agencies would be upset with her if they found she
didn't use a model from an agency. The lure worked and
Lucas showed up on a Sunday at noon.
Lucas showed up and was given a pair of men's size
small, glossy white ballet tights with full feet, a
small ballet belt to hide his modesty, and white ballet
slippers. He was also given a costume top, which was a
puffy black ballet shirt, with fancy jeweled
embroidery, for performances. He seemed a little
hesitant about changing, but he was looking very fine
in no time.
He could easily be mistaken for a girl from the back,
he had a marvelous ass and the tights rode right up his
crack, as they was meant to. Ms. Fung was dressed in a
black velvet leotard, grey tights, and nothing else.
Lucas seemed surprised by her bold attire, and a bit
nervous. As he was a boy Ms. Fung decided on clubbing
him to be sure he would be trouble free. The back room
had a white sheet wall and a camera all set up with
lights.
She positioned Lucas in front of the camera to give him
posing pointers, and then, without warning, brutally
clubbed him on the brain pan repeatedly with the cosh
that she had handy in a nearby purse. He went down like
a bag of dirt. Hmmf, she thought. Skinny little boy. He
was carried to the van and thrown in. The laughing gas
was opened. Lucas moaned and struggled, but to no
avail. As the hissing sound started the mask was
slipped over his pretty face.
He was taken by van to the drop off point after being
trussed up very tightly with cheap pantyhose. An hour
later he and was carried away by a black pimp who had
Lucas' rear-end greased up soon after his acquisition.
His new life would be as a transvestite hooker in New
York, giving blow jobs for 10 dollars a head, after
being beaten up, and hooked on heroin and pain killers.
He looked great in 6 inch thigh high velvet spiked
boots, white opaque tights and a hot pink spandex
cocktail dress and a flaming red wig. He would do
anything for "Mr.-T," who was his man, his drug dealer,
his pimp.
ACQUISITION #5, and #6:
The heat was on now and Ms. Fung new she had to close
up shop within the next few days. The police had come
by to ask her about Lucas, and there were too many
links to her business. Thailand looked good right about
now. She wanted another victim before closing up for
good, but business was slow. The papergirl who
delivered business flyers to the door every Friday came
by on her inline skates, and was always alone.
That would be a bold move, but she was leaving the
country soon anyways, with the last shipment of
precious cargo. Would it be worth it? She decided yes.
The girl was racially Pilipino-Japanese, about 16, 5"
2" long jet black hair with a very nice figure and
ample breasts, very pretty. Ms. Fung decided to lure
her into the store and take her.
She would accompany her on the ship to Bangkok! She set
out several boxes of merchandise on the floor in front
of the counter, as if there had been a delivery. She
changed into a tight black dress with black nylons and
4 " black pumps, and made it look like she was going
out after closing. She wore a nice silver necklace and
ear rings, and had a fancy black purse as well. She
waited.
The papergirl, Meagan, was with her friend Alexis, and
they were going inline skating after the papers were
delivered. Alexis was Caucasian, 16, 5" 1" , short red
hair and thin. Her breasts were not large but she was
attractive. Meagan was dressed in a light blue top,
with tight black full length spandex/cotton leggings
(no shorts), that went down to her skates, and pink
socks.
Alexis was a dancer (and a flirt), and she wore a red
long sleeved top, blue velvet shorts, and glossy,
thick, navy blue tights with white socks, and her
inline skates. Both girls carried a bundle of flyers,
and were making good time. They skated up to World of
Dance and were greeted at the front door by Ms. Fung.
"Oh hello," Ms. Fung said, "I have a small problem I
was wondering if you girls could help me with?" she
asked with a modest smile.
"Sure," they replied, happy looking. "There are three
boxes that have been just been dropped off and I need
to move them into the back, I'm already changed to go
out."
Ms. Fung said apologetically, "Could I get some help? I
will give you each a $5 dollar coupon, it's the least I
can do," she added.
"No problem" Alexis said. "Sure, we can do that,"
Meagan added.
"It'll only take 5 minutes," Ms. Fung said, and she was
telling the truth then, "I just need you to take your
skates off as the hardwood floor gets scratched."
As they all came into the dimly lit store. "I was just
closing early today, I have a dinner date with my
brother and his wife," Ms. Fung said coolly. She always
lied as easily as she could put on lipstick. The two
girls took off their skates and put them aside. Ms.
Fung pointed to the boxes, "It's just those three
there, they go into the back." The boxes were about 4'x
4'x 2' and were stuffed with old clothes, and taped up
to look like delivered merchandise. They weighed about
15 pounds.
Ms. Fung needed to go with the flow here, she didn't
expect two, but she had decided to take them both.
Virgins or no they were worth it. "Lets each take one,
Ms. Fung said, and she took off her pumps and nodded to
the girls after picking up a box, "Just take them
through that room, right into the back."
Alexis and Meagan each picked up a box and carried them
into the back, followed closely by Ms. Fung, who put
hers down before following in behind. She glided in
without her shoes, pulled out the cosh from here purse,
and wrapped the leather handle tightly around her
wrist.
She swung on Alexis first, "THWAP!" and the girl
dropped the box and staggered. Ms. Fung ignored her and
hit Meagan only a second later, also concussing her on
the head. "THWAP!" "GUGHHHH!" Meagan whimpered, and
fell to her knees hard, holding her head. She turned
back for Alexis who was also on the floor, "Oh my god,
oh my god" she said. Ms. Fung admired her great legs,
clad in her blue tights and socks, she strode over to
the dazed girl. She swung again, and connected with the
left temple of the young teen. "FWAP!"
The cosh did its work, and Alexis dropped to the floor
unconscious, lying on her front. She dropped the cosh
and went to her purse briefly. She pulled out a 1cc
syringe and strode over to Meagan, who was still
kneeling on the floor, her head hung low. Ms. Fung
stuck the syringe in her glossy black thigh, and
emptied the morphine into her.
"OUCH!" Meagan cried, and sat down, her legs out, still
holding her head. "What, what are you doing to us?"
Ms. Fung did not reply, and walked back to Alexis, who
was groaning and moving just a bit. Ms. Fung pulled her
shorts off over her smooth tights, and removed her
socks. She took another 1cc syringe and stuck it into
her ass, through her blue tights, injecting her with
morphine as well. "You will both sleep now," Ms. Fung
said, walking back to Meagan. She sat down with the
girl, and moved her closer, holding her gently. "Let
the morphine do its work."
She took Meagan's head and pushed it into her lap. She
stroked her hair, and said, "It's all going to be fine
my beauty, be still."
Alexis was now drugged and was not moving. Meagan felt
warm and numb, her thigh stung from the injection, and
her head throbbed from being coshed. She felt herself
be pushed to the lady's lap, she could see her friend
knocked out lying on the floor. Her legs and arms
splayed wide. She started to feel noxious, and very
dizzy. The warmth had spread over her, she felt heavy
and her limbs would not move. She tried to protest, but
it came out as "humgpff, lomnnnnn..." her lips were
thick and rubbery.
She felt herself be picked up by the store lady, her
limbs dangling freely, and she could see she was being
moved. She was in the back of a van, on a mattress. The
lady took off her socks, and then tied her ankles
together with nylons. The lady looked down at her, and
brushed her hair out of her face as her ponytail had
been undone. Her wrists were tied, as were her knees.
She lay there dreamily and saw that Alexis was now
lying beside her. The lady quickly trussed up her
unconscious friend like an expert. She drifted in and
out of sleep...
Alexis did not take the voyage well, and in a rare
move, and in front of the other sobbing girls, she was
forced to give head to one of the male crewmen, on Ms.
Fung's orders, to show them not to resist. She played
"good cop" with Meagan, and nightly brought the teen to
her bed to fondle and lick her, and by told her sweet
lies of freedom if she would cooperate, and do as she
was bidden. By the time she was in Bangkok she was Ms.
Fung's lesbian "cabin girl." That didn't stop her from
being sold off however...
THE END
PROLOGUE:
Ms. Fung enjoyed Thailand very much. She had been very
successful this year, and felt business was going to be
good. She bought Meagan as her own and "leased" her to
her sister's brothel in Bangkok. It was a good business
investment. Last she saw of her she was kneeling in
front of a white sex tourist, dressed as a "little
girl," making her owner money.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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